On the move

This is major freaky.

I’m sitting on the train – not the one I’d planned.

Not the one I’d planned because Chiltern Trains decided I really didn’t need to be in London at the time I do need to be in London.

So they cancelled the 06.15 from Warwick.

Which was really nice of them, wasn’t it?

No.

So instead I had to spend half an hour sitting in a not-very-waiting-room Waiting Room, sipping a scandalously overpriced Latte, reading Haldeman.

Maybe I should add that the Haldeman was a Christmas present from Soph, not a peace offering from Chiltern Trains for making me late for my first appointment of the day and also screwing the timings for the rest of it.

Anyway.

I’m sitting on a train.

Accessing the internet on The World’s Fastest Laptop…

Via my mobile phone.

Brilliant!

I’ve configured a Bluetooth connection from the laptop to my mobile; a 3G connection from my mobile to the internet.

Spam while I journey.

Yeah.

There’s another thing I’ve noticed.

The World’s Fastest Laptop has a way more powerful network card than the old IBM ThinkPad.

Every 30 seconds or so, as the train pushes on southwards to London, the network window pops up with another WiFi connection asking me if I want to connect.

No, thanks.

That’s someone’s house dude!

Does this new (for me, bear with me, I’m catching up with the rest of the interconnectivity world) type of connectivity mean that the days of having a separate 3G card installed in my laptop are gone?

That’s what my old IBM had – a 3G card.

So I’m out of it?

I can call up Vodafone and cancel my 3G card contract – thus saving about £20/month?

Well yes, it looks like it.

Excellent, I shall investigate further.

Meanwhile on the train.

It’s a dog eat dog world on the 06.44 from Warwick.

Let me fill you in on my immediate world.

I’m in the window seat of four.

On my right is Guy in Short Sleeved Shirt who’s pouring over an SAP manual.

Opposite him is Woman with Many Pieces of Paper and a Blackberry.

Sitting next to her – opposite me – is Hot Girl.

When she got on she had a black ‘Crombie’ type overcoat on.

Underneath that – she’s taken it off and stuffed it in the overhead – she has a tight, short, low-necked black dress that might seem, to some, to be a little out of place in the world of 9-5.

Well, it might to me.

Perhaps I’m just square.

She looks at me.

She looks at me a lot.

Yeah baby.

I’m married, right?

But you can look.

Hahahahaha.

Oh my God.

She’s looking at me because I keep laughing.

And giggling.

And snorting.

Not because she thinks I’m cool.

Not because I look like a clean cut seducer (even though I may be – in my head).

I’ve really got to stop listening to iPod stuff that makes me laugh, because no-one else can hear it, right?

Right.

Be cool, Bren.

Jobs.

I wonder what they do, for a living; Guy in Short Sleeved Shirt, Woman with Many Pieces of Paper and a Blackberry and Hot Girl.

GiSSS, it might be fair to assume, is some kind of SAP specialist, or a trainer in SAP.

WwMPPaaB though? That’s a tough one.

She could be working for the Recycling Authority? Maybe?

OK, maybe not.

Perhaps she works for Blackberry; showing us how the clever use of technology is capable of supplanting these Many Pieces of Paper?

Hmmm…

Too much thinking.

Hot Girl?

She’s either a high-flying brain in the fashion industry, or a receptionist in a road haulage firm.

In my world there’s no in-between.

Screwed; that’s my head.

Anyway, going to sign off.

The Chiltern Trains train that did arrive is just pulling through Bicester North.

B.